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He stops, making me whimper.

Cillian spreads my ass cheeks apart and spits on my hole. And then I feel the smooth length of his cock sliding against it.

“Is that my hole, princess?” he whispers in my ear, nipping the lobe.

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s yours.”

“Beg me to fuck it. Beg me to fuck you there.”

“Please, fuck me there. Fuck my ass.”

He thrusts inside and I arch my back, screaming out as it’s the first time we’ve done it without proper lube.

“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you’re going to struggle to walk.”

The pain melts into pure pleasure as my muscles relax around him, accepting him inside.

“Your cunt is so damn wet it provides enough lube for your ass.” He spanks my bruised cheeks and I shudder, drowning in the euphoria he makes me feel.

“You are going to come so hard that I’ll have you crawling on all fours and begging me to fuck you again.”

“Oh God, Cillian. I’m so close.”

He spanks my ass again. “Good girl, I want you to come for me with my cock in your ass. Can you do that, baby?”

I don’t have time to respond as my pussy clenches and my orgasm tears through me. Cillian pushes deeper inside me and I feel his cum shoot deep in my ass, filling me up.

Cillian leans over me, his cock still inside me. “You are so perfect, princess,” he murmurs, his face against my neck. “I can’t get enough of this.”

He pulls his cock out of me and I flip over to face him, heat shattering the haze I’d fallen into when I realize we’re in the center of the garden on show to anyone.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe we did that. What if someone saw?”

He smirks. “I can, and I fucking loved it. And who gives a shit if someone did?” He plants his lips hard onto mine, kissing me hungrily and devouring me with his mouth.

One kiss and I forget everything. This man has cast a spell on me. A spell I don’t think I want to break anymore.

26

GWENDOLYNE

Idespise him. I want him.

Those two conflicting thoughts ricochet around my head, bouncing off the walls of my mind, spinning around like a tornado. It’s been a week since Piero quit his attempt to free me from Cillian too easily. I’ve been conflicted about it ever since.

On the one hand, I wanted to escape, but not to be with Piero. The appeal has well and truly warn off. Seeing him give up like that was the nail in the coffin. After my experience with mobsters, I’d rather not go near another one in my lifetime.

On the other hand, the thought of escaping this twisted and toxic thing between Cillian and me is as unappealing as being with Piero.

For Piero, the risk clearly wasn’t worth the reward—me.

And ever since that night, Cillian has proceeded to tie me up and spank me, insisting I write him a formal apology for trying to throw myself overboard to get to Piero. I won’t bow to his depraved will. The man doesn’t deserve an apology.

I know there’s another reason I won’t do as he says. I crave the pain as well as the pleasure. It’s addictive and I don’t know what that says about me.

“If you keep scowling like that, your face might stick that way forever.”

I narrow my eyes. “Screw you.”

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